Rock your skirt

“As the wind blows, so blows my skirt.” It was the constant tagline of Estelle Cruijff, who was still simply called Gullit back then. She let herself be carried away by the wind of life. Did it blow her to Ibiza, she went to Ibiza. Was it somewhere seriously cozy on a terrace, did she linger there for a while?

There is always that day when we all suddenly step onto our bikes without stockings and in short or at least flowy skirts. Martin Bril crowned that moment as Skirt Day and suspected us women of having all been in contact and having agreed to sway through the day today with bare legs and short skirts.

What is the joy of the skirt? Is it the bare leg? The thin fabric through which you can see the contours of the body? Or is it the ease with which it can be pulled off your body on a sultry spring day?

“And super easy, because one button and the skirt is loose.” Irene looked at him intently and said: “Oh, but it can also just go up, you know.”

I remember a lunch with Irene van de Laar and our very charming television boss. She wore a short, airy wrap skirt that was held together at the top with just a button. I complimented her on her skirt, to which the boss said: “And super easy, because one button and the skirt is loose.” Irene looked at him intently and said: “Oh, but it can also just go up, you know.”

And there, in my opinion, Irene captured the magic of the skirt. She is a charming Cinderella, the ideal daughter-in-law, and an incredible vamp all in one.

Next week it’s supposed to get warm. Shall we create a very large Skirt Day group chat and all dive into spring in matching outfits?

Oh, how we would have given Martin Bril a lovely day.